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[ Chihiro is looking unusually pensive, her voice devoid of that twinge of nervous energy that usually underpins everything she says. ]
I... I never really thought to keep track of the passing of time, while I was here... I mean... I didn't think I would be here this long. I've seen so many people come and go, in just a few months...
...It's strange. All of the horrible things that have happened, here... it's all starting to feel... normal. I mean... any rational person would be terrified, traumatized by the things they've seen, but... the longer I stay here, the less I feel affected by them.
...It worries me... I can't tell if it's the magic of the mansion, or if this normal... I mean... I don't have any frame of reference for what "normal" is anymore, do I...? My memories of my normal life at home have become less and less clear... and it's harder to tell the difference between my real memories and the fake ones the mansion gives me, sometimes...
...I mean... I'm still worried about it, at least, but... I wonder how long it'll be until it doesn't even worry me anymore...